The arm dropped away from it.
"The doll sat up!
"And now I was sure that I must be dreaming the strange silence the strange green glow…and this…
"The doll clambered over the side of the crib, and dropped to the floor. It came skipping over the floor
toward the bed like a child, swinging its school books by their strap. It turned its head from side to side
as it came, looking around the room like a curious child. It caught sight of the dressing table, and
stopped, looking up at the mirror. It climbed up the chair in front of the dressing table. It jumped from the
chair seat to the table, tossed its books aside and began to admire itself in the mirror.
"It preened itself. It turned and looked at itself, first over this shoulder and then over that. I thought: 'What
a queer fantastic dream!' It thrust its face close to the mirror and rearranged and patted its hair. I thought: